130 The Institute (END)

Roll!–

There was a brief moment of suffocating silence inside his head. Then a low chuckle faintly appeared, it was hoarse and dull but carried with it an inexplicable cold chill. The paranoia and obsession that laced his heart were like a sweet poison, although he knew it would hurt, he still chased that addicting sweetness.

"Chu Yi."

"Chu Yi."

"Chu Yi."

The merman's brows furrowed as if was enduring a type of pain, the red flush that appeared on the white torso and traveled up to his cheeks resembled a thin layer of red cinnabar lightly traced along the thin lines of his body. The merman tail fluttered slightly, the black roses that made a soft bed beneath him seemed to cry out vaguely and slowly coiled around his body.